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CHAPTER 147 — THE FEVER

Author: Ruthie
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-19 21:45:59

THIRD PERSON POV

Rebecca began to feel weak by the afternoon of the second day.

It started as tiredness. It sat behind her eyes and made the light feel slightly too bright and the sounds around her slightly too sharp. She had been in a long council meeting that morning and had assumed it was that — the meeting had run over by two hours, and she had not eaten properly beforehand.

She drank water and kept going.

By evening, the tiredness had become something heavier. A warmth at the back of her n
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